Randee was an angry woman! Randee had been brought up in a time and a country full of angry women. When, if a woman wasn’t angry about something then she wasn’t really a modern well-adjusted properly educated woman! She like all the rest owed it to all those women of the past that were grievously unawares that being a real woman was to be angry about being a woman! If that didn’t make sense to other women, well then, it had to be because they had been abused by men! Men were abusers by nature! Men abused women by making them servants to their endless patriarchal demands! Demands to do the dishes, and clean the shitter, and always assume the missionary position while they needed to stick their dirty little dicks in something. They didn’t cuddle. The bastards. Randee’s husband didn’t do that. He did the dishes! He cuddled! He took care of the kids and had sex only when Randee really wanted it. Thank God that women got the vote! Thank God that women worked now! Fucking men from the nineteenth and twentieth, and all the centuries past! All fucking abusers. It made her angry! Real angry!
Thank God that women made their own money now. Even though it was much less then what men still earned. Randee’s husband worked as a Starbucks barista. Randee worked as a recreational supervisor of her town’s municipal park district. Her husband had been a sales manager of a regional insurance company up until five years after they were married. Then he got laid off when his company was bought up by a larger one. He said that he had heard that they had let most of the men go and then promoted a few of the women below him. Probably because they didn’t have to pay them as much? He would say that! He was, after all, still a man. They didn’t make as much as they used to. He felt bad. Randee’s husband still put in his share of the family expenses. He took care of both their two pre-adolescent children while Randee was away each day at the office. The one that had allowed her only eight weeks maternity leave! She knew it was because of that bitch boss of her’s that ran the county. The slut! Children were trouble, but of course she loved both them! It made her really angry!
Of course, now her hips were a size and a half bigger after her second child, even though she went to the health club, early before work and ate only salads for lunch with an occasional peanut butter cookie. She felt like a fat cow! She hated her biology that she knew must have have been created by a man! Or at least that’s what the church said! She and her husband didn’t go to church. Not even the Unitarians. Goddamn that Adam and his fucking rib! She hated when those construction worker types hooted at younger women. Maybe not out loud? Hooted with those looks in their minds! She knew by the look of them. Sizing up everyone around her. But her. She was old, a mother, and a fat cow! And she hated them, the bastards! She and her husband would never let her children grow up like that! Thank God she had had two little girls! They would never have to endure the slut shaming or lack of opportunity that Randee had to.
The local grammar school was making sure of that. She had to go there alone most time because her husband had to work evenings at the Starbucks. She hated how the other women had husbands that came with. Many of them driving late model Lexus’ or Mercedes. It made her feel like a failure to see their kids next to her own! Fucking men! They were never home. Out there playing golf while her husband had to work nights! Why? Whose fault was it? It wasn’t fair! She had to work. She brought home the lion’s share of the money! They only had a Volvo. The damn companies! Male dominated corporate pissing contests always buying up good solid companies and then laying off the men. Her man! Why couldn’t he be one of these guys making at least one hundred and fifty a year! Angry didn’t cover it! She loved her husband, of course! But why couldn’t he have a better job and then they could drive a new Mercedes? It didn’t make sense.
She knew that he had his good points. That was why she married him while her eggs were still good. They had nice children and a fairly decent house. Though it was small. The woman realtor that had sold it to them had charged too much for the fee. They found out the basement leaked and the roof had to be replaced after only three years. The bitch! Her husband wasn’t really mechanically inclined and they had to hire some foreign workers from Poland to fix things. And they charged and arm and a leg to get things right. Her husband had found two empty beer cans in their rooftop’s gutter. Men! It cut into the funds saved for their vacation plans. Fucking men! Just like that bitch cunt boss of her’s! Always ready to come out on top while getting away with murder because she knew the boss above her and knew how to kiss her ass. It wasn’t fair! If things were really fair then she wouldn’t have to work so hard and her own husband could have his regular job back. But things were not fair! It was always that damn Patriarchy screwing things up!
Lately, Randee had been wondering if her husband was getting a little to friendly at his workplace. She didn’t like the fact he was working with younger women. Some of them college age. That would explain why he seemed sort of distant and lackluster in her presence. She couldn’t recall the last time he wanted to really have sex with her? TOr surprise her unexpectedly and show some excitement. Maybe it was being around those little bitches all night every weekday night? She couldn’t remember the last time that he hadn’t been turned with his back towards her in bed snoring away? It must mean something? Was she that fat of a cow or something? Here she was at the office all day while he was at home with their little one. Maybe they should put her in daycare and he could go back to work and find a real job. What was up with that? Why didn’t he?
What was Randee’s life like? She dreamed that she was going to be a designer when she graduated college. An artist! She had gone to Rome for two weeks when she was eighteen and could have gotten a job there. But she had to finish college. And besides those Italian men however handsome were just a bunch of sexist ass pincher’s. She had seen that movie from the fifties where the heroine complained that her ass was black and blue. The character was a bimbo of course. It was the fifties and women were still slaves to men’s every desire! What had changed in the meantime? They had a sexist ass pinching President now in the White House! Not like that nice African American president that they had both voted for. Just when everything was going good with free healthcare and everyone, like them, was facing up to their white privilege by signing a petition to support reparations to the African American community. Then that white male asshole came along! Those old racist dicks like her fucking father had voted him in! God it made her really damn angry! Just like in twenty-thirteen when her husband had lost his job after his company was restructured to eliminate the fat. Why?
What was going to happen to them if things kept on like this? Who was going to pay for the girls to go to college on only a salary and a half? Why couldn’t modern men step up the challenge like herself and get a decent job like they had before? She loved her husband, of course! But why was he still working at Starbucks with teenagers while she had a good job? What was wrong with him? Where was their marriage going to end up if he was already treating her like an old fat cow at thirty seven? Whose fault was it? Randee tried not to be angry. But she couldn’t help it when she wondered, now and again, if she had married a loser? She loved him, of course! Like she loved the kids. He took care of them, but it wasn’t enough if she had to come home to feel like she had become just another piece of families’ furniture. Where was the spark that both of them seemed to have in the first year of courting when he would still grab her ass? Was it too fat for him now? Was she going to turn out like her mother? If made her blood boil. What kind of world was this anyway? Randee was real, real angry!